Page 70 of The Trailer Park Twink
“Fuck,” I whine, rolling my hips and grinding my cock against his stomach. “Need it, sir. Need you.”
He chuckles softly. “As enticing as that sounds, I think we ought to get the sleeping arrangements in order first.” He walks us up the stairs, even though I’m fully capable of ascending a staircase myself. When we reach the top, it’s kind of anticlimactic, because it’s just our trailer. The same trailer where Mom kept him from me, hoarding him like he was hers. I don’t give a damn what they vowed on that God-forsaken day in June, he’s never been hers. She was just a quick bathroom break on the road tip to my heart.
But it’s also the place we fell in love. On that old brown couch with its tacky floral print, I came undone in his arms. In the bathroom, just down the hall, he walked in on me stroking my cock as I watched him serenading me on my phone. It may not be a love story for the ages, but it’s a love story all the same.
“We could take my room,” I suggest, because the other option is unthinkable.
“It’s not as big as the master,” he says, and to my horror, he walks me down the hall and opens his bedroom door. “See? You’d have a lot more space for your stuff.” He points at thewalk-in closet. “And I only take up a few hangers. Most of my shirts just get folded. You’d pretty much have the whole closet to yourself.”
His words make sense, but they still feel wrong. While he’s constructing this future love nest in his head, all I can see is their bed. A tacky waterbed Mom insisted he buy. A waterbed he’s fucked her in. The place where he gave himself willingly as I cried in my bathroom, listening to music to drown out their moans.
“I don’t want to be in this room, Dallas,” I whisper. “Please? I don’t ever want to see it again.” I press my face deeper into his neck, praying he’ll get us the fuck out of here. Hoping against hope he won’t make me live here, because I can’t. I’ve got my eyes shut so tight, I can see stars. I know wishes on stars don’t come true, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing on every one of them for Daddy to come through. “She fucked you in here. She tried to claim you just so she could keep you from me. Hate this stupid room. Hate that uncomfortable bed.” My jaw trembles a little, but I don’t want to cry. Not in Daddy’s arms. Not after knowing he chose me. That he keeps choosing me. “It hurt to have to hear it. I would hide in our bathroom with my earbuds in, just trying to drown it out.”
“Austin,” he whispers, his voice sounding broken and beautiful, but full of strength only a Daddy can provide. “Baby, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” His lips touch mine, andthe kiss holds a level of protectiveness I’ve never felt before. Soothing me from the inside out. “I’m sorry.”
He carries me out of the room whispering quiet reassurances as I breathe his scent, hiding from the world in the crook of his shoulder. When we come to a stop, we’re in my bedroom, and he places me on the bed. He kneels in front of me and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips, calming me with a kiss.
“Daddy?”
“I want to have the papers drawn up. To adopt you, if that’s still what you want. I want you to be mine. Aussie, I want you to know I’m in this just as much as you are. I’ll be your friend. Your father. Your boyfriend. Fuck, I’d be your husband in a heartbeat if you asked. I want to give you my word that as long as there’s still breath left in my body, I’ll be right here by your side. And if you decide I ain’t what you want anymore, I’ll still be your dad. Even if you have to break my heart so you can be happy, you ain’t ever going to lose me.” Leaning closer, he kisses me softly on the lips. “I’ll always be your dad, even if you don’t want me to be your Daddy.”
“Always,” I say, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant anything. “You’ll always be my Daddy. I’m not changing my mind.”
Daddy closes his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”
“Lucky day,” I say, forcing a smile. “You don’t have to.” I hold out my hand for him to take, and when he does, I tug, pulling him onto the bed. I roll to the side I usually sleep on, watching as he crawls across the bed and lies next to me, wrapping me in his big, strong arms. “What if we stayed here instead? My room can be our room.”
“It wouldn’t hurt you to be around all the memories?”
I shake my head. “As long as I don’t have to go into your old room, I’ll be okay. This place is home. It’s where I first saw you.”
“It’s where you first stalked me,” he corrects, but there’s the hint of a smirk in the corners of his mouth.
“It’s where I used to look out my window and watch for your bedroom light to come on. Then I’d climb that old tree, stroking myself while you pump-pump-pumped yourself to completion.”
“Well, the good news is, you ain’t got to sit in a tree to watch me anymore.” As he holds me, I roam my hand up and down his stomach, feeling each groove in his unnecessarily sculpted abdominal wall. “I hope this OnlyFans thing pans out. I’m excited about starting the new business, but just thinkin’ about fucking you in front of God and everyone has me leaking.” He guides my hand to his bulge, soaked through with pre-cum. “You make me so fuckin’ hard, Aussie. I stay hard because of you.” As I slowly stroke his bulge, he slides his hand into myshorts and slips a finger between my cheeks, petting my hole. His breath is heavy against my skin, making my whole body shudder. “Now, I want you on your hands and knees.”
I gasp as he slips a finger inside. “Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you so hard the trailer falls off its blocks.”
